11.14.2005
Yesterday, Shannen and I walked forever to go to Gwenna's birthday party. He bought her a big board. Walking that much was hard. We had to refuel at Coffee Time. I gave her a pirate finger puppet and a long string of white beads. She's a real girl. She loves pink. If I say anything she's like "Is it pink?"
"I have two cats Gwenna."
"Is it pink?"
I took her to the park on Saturday while Shannen fixed her mom's bike. Well, first we played Twiddly Winks. Or Tiddly Winks. Really what is it? She called thme widdly winks.
On the way back from the park, where everything was "faster faster" she ran up to one of the shops in Kensington with the twirly things holding sparkly belts and twinkled them running around and I was like "oooookayy then, we have to go."
And she said. "I'm not done yet."
oh.
5:04 PM
11.11.2005
ps. why are punk rockers, who are supposed to be the embodiment of rebellion, and the fringes of society actually the most judgemental and hypocritical people I've ever met in my life? They HATE everyone who isn't a punk rocker. They especially hate art /indie fags and yuppies. Except THEY'RE SNOBBIER THAN all these people combined. They think they're superiour. It's disturbing, to be honest.
3:42 PM
11.09.2005
I love juicy pears, creepy movies and late night sex.
5:44 PM
11.08.2005
I've decided to cut out people who make me feel shitty. Or rotten. Or whatever. You make me feel rotten. I've tried to be your friend and I have never done anything bad to you.
I have ALWAYS stuck up for you. I have ALWAYS told people who "hate" you or talk "bad" about you that they don't know you. Some of these people have even decided to give you a second chance because of what I said. But I'm not going to do it anymore. You don't give me any respect or love.
I'm not going to reach out to you. I'm not going to smile at you. Hell, I probably won't even talk to you when I see you.
12:01 PM
Yesterday, Shannen and I walked forever to go to Gwenna's birthday party. He bought her a big board. Walking that much was hard. We had to refuel at Coffee Time. I gave her a pirate finger puppet and a long string of white beads. She's a real girl. She loves pink. If I say anything she's like "Is it pink?"
"I have two cats Gwenna."
"Is it pink?"
I took her to the park on Saturday while Shannen fixed her mom's bike. Well, first we played Twiddly Winks. Or Tiddly Winks. Really what is it? She called thme widdly winks.
On the way back from the park, where everything was "faster faster" she ran up to one of the shops in Kensington with the twirly things holding sparkly belts and twinkled them running around and I was like "oooookayy then, we have to go."
And she said. "I'm not done yet."
oh.
5:04 PM
11.11.2005
ps. why are punk rockers, who are supposed to be the embodiment of rebellion, and the fringes of society actually the most judgemental and hypocritical people I've ever met in my life? They HATE everyone who isn't a punk rocker. They especially hate art /indie fags and yuppies. Except THEY'RE SNOBBIER THAN all these people combined. They think they're superiour. It's disturbing, to be honest.
3:42 PM
11.09.2005
I love juicy pears, creepy movies and late night sex.
5:44 PM
11.08.2005
I've decided to cut out people who make me feel shitty. Or rotten. Or whatever. You make me feel rotten. I've tried to be your friend and I have never done anything bad to you.
I have ALWAYS stuck up for you. I have ALWAYS told people who "hate" you or talk "bad" about you that they don't know you. Some of these people have even decided to give you a second chance because of what I said. But I'm not going to do it anymore. You don't give me any respect or love.
I'm not going to reach out to you. I'm not going to smile at you. Hell, I probably won't even talk to you when I see you.
12:01 PM
